The Voice

What smoke is that coming from the city
So sweet so lethal
So atractive, so beautiful, so deadly
What is this cup of wine which poisons everything around
Overturned cup brings greater decay

The mirror of truth has been covered with filthy hipocrisy
The old sisters sodom and gomorrah rises to a new milennium

Who is telling me these things
Who is opening my vision
Who is giving to me these sights

Religion, politics, the power combined into a being
Fat, sick, lustful and grim
Spreading corruption, distortions of truth
Bringing the chaos over everything that once was pure, was light

The mirror of truth has been covered with filthy hipocrisy
The old sisters sodom and gomorrah rises to a new milennium

Who is telling me these things
Who is opening my vision
Who is giving to me these sights

Spreading the dream theater’s courtains
And showing me what lies beyond
The one who was talking to me
The voice which calls from the desert
Empty crowd
Eating the crickets and honey of moral, social, discrimination

The voice calls stuck between
Walls of fake morality
And lust without limits
The voice is promissing
Everlasting peace and equality
For those who shall seek it

Only the ones who wants the journey of a spiritual search, of a real God
Which the voice calls